the perfect ponytail
I was standing in the train,
waiting for my stand to come.
At first, just gazing out into the passing
View- when then a girl came into
and paused the motion; all passing notion.
Just five or six years was she,
And lovely pony tail she spot.
Reminds me of the days of young
And now still captivates, now when old (er).
It takes one length, 9 inch or so-
Width- a- 2 and tapers down
To one small curl right at the end;
And inward faces-no awkward bend.
I notice how its texture keeps,
one full shape that swings with her.
But fin’lly as I tore my eyes
and saw how far to stand I’ve come.
It’s rightly my alighting time,
I pick my lady bags the way I’m found
And leave the childish things behind.
Pick of the season: do not try to dissect
Monday, July 03, 2006
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